【Han Zhang】Respiratory Function Theory

Zhang Xinjie took calculated steps and walked to the door of the training room, just 10 centimeters away from the door with his right foot.

He stretched out his left hand to pull down the handle, and pushed the door open at a constant speed.

Amidst the slight creaking sound, bright white light poured out from the room, drawing his crooked shadow in the corridor.

The training room at 7:50 p.m. is the time for the players to have dinner and leave. Even if there is extra training at night, it will start after 10 minutes.

It should be a quiet training room with no one there, but after the squeaks, regular keyboard tapping and mouse clicking can be heard intertwined. The regular rhythm sounds so pleasant to Zhang Xinjie's ears.He stepped in and gradually approached the source of the sound. The manager followed behind him, involuntarily lightening his steps.

When he was 1.5 meters away, Zhang Xinjie stopped. The man sitting on the chair turned his back to him. Looking over his shoulder, he could see the training program running. , and kept shooting down the flying objects that suddenly appeared around, the movement was fast and smooth, and soon reached the end.

The various scores of this time flashed on the screen, mainly time, the number of flying objects shot down and missed, and the number of times hit by flying objects.

Zhang Xinjie saw that although he was hit three times, the number of misses was zero.

Seemingly satisfied with the result, the man nodded. The manager who had been waiting for a long time finally found the opportunity to speak, and said decisively, "Team Han, I'm sorry to bother you."

Han Wenqing turned around to see the two of them, stood up from the chair, looked at Zhang Xinjie, then at the manager and asked, "Is he what you said?"

Zhang Xinjie looked at him. He was half a head taller than himself, and his size was just stuck on the top edge of the glasses frame. His eyes, which he could look straight at without raising his head, were looking at him at this moment, with sharp eyes like eagles.

"That's right, it was recommended by the training camp. Do you think it's the Korean team?" The manager explained beside him.

The person in charge of the training camp has approached him several times and recommended this priest with excellent awareness to him. He was a little hesitant. Healing characters are difficult to perform well in individual training. value.But the level of the training camp is difficult to organize a team battle that can make the healer shine. He struggled for a long time, and decided to bring it to the captain first, and let the professionals check how to test it.

Zhang Xinjie didn't think much about it. He was a little nervous, but only a little bit. This was the nervousness that everyone would have when facing the most dignified captain in the team, not the nervousness about whether he could be affirmed.He calmly met the scrutinizing gaze.

Han Wenqing just looked him up and down, turned his head and said to the manager: "Okay, then stay here first." Then he turned his gaze back, looked straight at him and said with a blank expression: "You will start here tomorrow Come to training."

"Okay." Zhang Xinjie nodded politely and left the training room.The manager walked behind him, and when he got to the door, he looked at Han Wenqing who was sitting back in front of the computer again, and couldn't help but say, "Team Han, let's eat first, or it won't be good for the stomach."

Han Wenqing didn't look back, he had already selected the next training program, but said in a deep voice, "I see."

The manager sighed softly and closed the door gently.

Listening to their conversation, Zhang Xinjie was a little surprised. He had always lived a regular life. Even when he was introduced by the manager to meet the captain, he had to wait until after dinner, but he didn't expect that the captain would still practice extra during dinner time.Thinking of this, he frowned imperceptibly.

The manager walked with him for a while, told him the time for the professional players to practice, and then separated from him. He walked back to the training camp dormitory at a regular pace alone.

Regularity, this is the most suitable word to describe Zhang Xinjie's life.

But this does not mean immutable, does not mean resistance to change.When changes occur, he is often the first to make adjustments, based on his rigorous discipline.

The next morning, after breakfast, he came to the training room 10 minutes early with his keyboard and mouse.Some people have already arrived, and the training has not yet started, and they gather in twos and threes to chat.Zhang Xinjie had no intention of joining them, he just bowed slightly to everyone and said good morning, no one arranged for him, so he sat on the side.

A few minutes later, all the staff in the training room arrived. With the appearance of Han Wenqing, the chatterers consciously dispersed and returned to their seats, and began to prepare for training.As a result, Zhang Xinjie, who was sitting alone on the side, was particularly conspicuous.Han Wenqing looked left and right, and arranged him in the empty seat next to him.

The professional team members secretly watched someone finally fill the long-standing vacant seat (one) next to the captain. It was the seat that even Jia Shiming, who played a double-fist mage with Han Wenqing, would not sit there. They saw that it was just familiar The boy sat down calmly, connected his keyboard and mouse, and turned on the phone.

Han Wenqing also turned on the machine, but he didn't start his own training. Instead, he selected a few training items and asked Zhang Xinjie to do them. He sat beside him with his arms folded and watched.

Someone sneaked a glance and immediately retracted his head.Oh my god, what a stress this is, the new kid is going to be in trouble.

However, what he expected didn't happen. After the morning, Han Wenqing just watched it quietly for three hours without saying anything.

When the bell rang at exactly 12 o'clock, Han Wenqing pushed aside his chair and stood up. Zhang Xinjie also exited the program. Standing in front of him, the size of the man in front of him was still just stuck on the upper edge of his glasses, and he waited.

"Don't unplug your keyboard and mouse, just use this one in the future." Han Wenqing pointed to the desktop, "It's not as easy as training camp, you'd better get ready. Training starts at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Can't be late."

The last sentence was superfluous to Zhang Xinjie, so he simply agreed, polite and short.Satisfied, Han Wenqing turned around and clapped his hands, announcing the end of the morning training and disbanding.

Zhang Xinjie was a newcomer, he didn't know anyone well, and he was not cautious, so he walked towards the cafeteria alone.Instead, someone came to talk to him, it was Li Yibo.

"Hello, I'm Li Yibo. Did you come from the training camp?" The first thing he said was a gentle smile. Of course Zhang Xinjie knew him. How could his team's vice-captain not recognize him? But this person was still so polite and familiar. He came over to say hello, so he also nodded politely: "My name is Zhang Xinjie, and I'm from the training camp."

Li Yibo's performance is quite novel, which is not surprising. Tyranny's training camp was only established in the second season. Now it is more like a summer camp, and it has not fully reflected the role of talent reserve.It's really rare to be able to recommend someone to the team.

However, he didn't grab Zhang Xinjie and ask a lot of questions. This boy just stayed all morning without being scolded by the captain. He didn't know what the future would be. .

TBC